Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE MAFIA DON'S DEBT: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

LUCA “So, where’s my money, Morelle?” Fear, an old friend arrived, the presence he always created on the faces of men whenever they saw me or caught a glimpse of my image is always exhilarating. It was a feeling I thrived for. The ever present aura that married me now graced the face of the man before me, on his knees with two of my bodyguards guarding up behind him and blocking off the exit. He gulps frighteningly, struggling to take a breath, his eyes wandered everywhere else but at mine. “Time’s ticking housemaster.” “It’s… I… I don’t have it… yet, Mr Moretti.” My leg crosses over the other and I twirl the glass of scotch on ice that I held at hand, the golden brown liquor dances to the conduct of my fingers over the glass tip. “Well, I don’t like the sound of that Morelle.” He shivers. “Please, give me a little more time.” “Mmm, I don’t think you’re really in the position to make demands.” He gulps again, sweat beads over his forehead and leaks down his temple. Then he

LUCA The agonizing cries of a cowering man is the greatest bliss of a lifetime. I would say that I find it pleasurably entertaining from the depths of my soul but it has none. It’s earned me a reputation that I now love to live by. I’ve been called a lot of things and evil is one of them but not the kind that’s done to a man by his fellow man, sprung by jealousy or broken pride. No, it was the evil that came at you in retribution to the sin one commits against me or my family. Fenir Ramos had incurred that wrath and he was getting the bitter taste of it. His screams filled the room as I dug my blade into his flesh and twisting it. A bit of blood splatter on my face and trail down. I lick the solid, metallic taste of it as it trailed down my lips. When I look up at him again, his eyes were saucing with immense fear. Ah, that was it. The look on his face, mixed with an unadulterated sliver of hate, was so pleasing to behold and I can’t help the sinister smirk that plays on my lips.

LUCA She looked stunning in that cream dress as she walked through the doors of the dining hall and her beauty was so radiant, it almost fucking blinded me. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was like an angel of light walking through my dark hall, the sight of her in that dress, one that I’d personally handpicked for her, was a fucking turn on. It was a perfect fit and it hugged all her assets, the seductive features that she didn’t know how to use but did so effortlessly. She was brimming with pure innocence and allure and I was caught in them the moment I laid eyes on her. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I did her and I didn’t know why. She was like an enigma but I didn’t question it either. I simply took what I wanted, when I wanted and I wanted her, so I took her in place of my money. I sauntered out of the dining room and headed to my office, two of my guards acknowledged mumbled a greeting as I approached, pulling one part of the door open for me. I respo

LUCA I never thought anything could taste so delectable. The moment her soft lips touched mine, I felt the burning urge to claim those lips with mine. Her lips were tender and smooth like silk and tasted like aged wine, fucking sweet. I rushed into her room after I'd dealt with things in my office because the mere thought of her had disrupted any further activity I had. My cock was adamant at lying still in my pants, so I left, abandoning everything else I had to review today and beelined into her room. I had to have her, that was all I thought about. Claiming her, fucking her. I wanted to mark her so she'll only ever know the taste of me, not that she was anyone else's. I claimed her the moment I laid my eyes on her. She was mine, her pure yet wildish innocence enchanted me. I don't exactly know what's wild about it, maybe it's the look in her eyes or the untapped allure she possessed. Whatever it was, I wanted all of her. She was gorgeous and she looked so beautiful in the c

LUCA She's perfect. So fucking responsive. So delectable. So innocent. So mine. Her wide blue-grey eyes watch me, the lust is pushed to the side and replaced by fear at my words. I've driven her to multiple orgasms and I still want more of her. When I inhaled the sweet scent of her innocence, I lost all control, the only thing on my mind was to claim her with my mouth. It's ironic when I'm a man that thrives on control and power. But everything that I held under control seemed to be falling apart since I saw her. I shouldn't be craving her as much as I did, it wasn't just unhealthy but dangerous and everytime I think I've gotten back that control she does something that tips it out of my grip. I didn't like that, she wasn't even here for twenty-four hours and she was already starting to mess with my head but I couldn't bring myself to push her away either. She was in my grasp, she was underneath me, naked and panting but she was scared. And I got that twisted feeling in my gut, th